‘Finding meaning in the otherwise meaningless is what drives the unfolding mystery. Distinct events and lives – at first seeming coincidences – become inextricably tangled and soon unignorable, like not only being able to see the face of the Man in the Moon but also being able to feel his hands around your throat.’

‘I felt I was in the presence of something immense’ (Freya Gallagher-Jones)

‘a deeply moving (for being playful, and restrained) search for the truth hidden in the confabulations of a memory that may not be trusted any more, an attempt to communicate with a father with whom direct communication becomes impossible, or subject to doubt’ (Gogue)